9: A Hell of a Day (On Our Way, Chapter 8 - Somewhere a Window Opens)

Darren seemed to have regained his equilibrium as he started to tick off what we should do. Maybe some of my planning habits were starting to rub off on him. "We'll have to call the law firm, and then probably get a financial advisor of our own, and maybe a lawyer, and..."

I walked over to put my finger on my husband's lips. "Dare..." I interrupted him. "Make love to me...now...please...no condom..."

Darren's eyes widened, and it took him a minute to respond. "But, Rhi, isn't this one of your fertile days? I know we've discussed this, but what if we get..."

"That's the point, Dare. I want to complete our family, and now we can. That's what she wanted for us..."

"If you're sure, Rhiannon..."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life, Dare...except you."

Darren brought our clasped hands to his lips and led me to our bedroom.

A whirlwind of feelings ran through me. The shock of Mrs. Donovan's death and her unbelievable gift to us was mixed with a bone-deep sadness and relief that our future was secure. Topping it all off was happiness that, through our love, we were about to create another child.

"Rhiannon?" Darren's quiet voice brought me out of my inner thoughts as we sat on the edge of our bed. "I know you said you are sure about this, and I know it annoys you when I ask this, but are you okay? We can wait..."

I gently laid my hand against my husband's cheek and replied, "Honey, I need this. I need YOU."

His eyes filled with tears to match the ones I was silently shedding, and he turned his head to kiss my palm, then my wrist and up my arm until he reached the shoulder strap of my pajama top. Lifting it over my head, he covered me with kisses as I removed his t-shirt.

Gently rolling us over until I was on top of Darren, I licked my way from his neck to his hardened nipples, sucking on each of them until he whimpered in pleasure. I continued running my tongue down his stomach until I ran out of skin at his waistband. I pulled his pajama pants and boxers off, whispering, "You are so beautiful," at the sight of his completely aroused and perfectly-toned body.

Tugging on my hair so our eyes met, Darren echoed, "So are you, love."

Normally, I just let my husband's comments about my appearance wash over me, but this time I shook my head.

Darren huskily disagreed, "Yes, you are." My husband scooted across the bed to kneel behind me as he said, "I'm going to show you how beautiful you are, Rhiannon."

"Look," he commanded, indicating the mirror over our dresser to the side of our bed and gently forcing my chin up so I could only see my half-naked self.

I became mesmerized by Darren's hands caressing my body and his lips running over my neck and shoulders. A jolt went through me when he pushed his hands into my pajama bottoms and panties, ultimately pulling them off as I lifted my knees one at a time so he could remove them completely.

As he sucked on my earlobe, my husband whispered roughly into my ear, "Get on your hands and knees, Rhiannon."

I sucked in my breath, but obeyed. Were we actually going to DO this?

"Look up, Rhiannon."

My reflected eyes widened as Darren settled over top of me, leaning his chest on my back so he could reach around to fondle my breasts and nipples. "Is this okay, sweetheart?" he asked tenderly.

Unable to form words around the lump in my throat, I nodded as we both focused on my husband's hand inching toward my pelvis. I jerked when he slipped two fingers inside me and whispered, "Are you seeing what I see, Rhiannon? Your skin is flushed, your eyes are so dark, you're breathing hard, all because of what we're doing. And it's only going to get better."

Darren nudged my legs farther apart, pushing himself into me with a sudden thrust, causing me to jerk and inhale sharply. "Oh my god, Dare..."

"Watch, Rhiannon. Watch yourself fall. You're so beautiful, love."

Bracing myself more firmly as Darren pulled out and pushed back in faster and faster, I moaned, "Darren, please...harder..."

As he continued to ram into me, my husband roughly stroked my clitoris, which was all that I could take.

"Darren...SO CLOSE..."

"WATCH, RHI! KEEP WATCHING!"

The rational part of my mind realized that I looked completely debauched, but also more free than I thought possible as an orgasm rocketed through me and I screamed my husband's name. Darren plunged into me once, twice, then emptied into me, shouting, "RHIANNON!" in response.

Seemingly paralyzed for a minute, Darren wrapped his body around me as we gasped for breath. He regained his senses first, so he carefully pulled out of me, then moved beside me, whispering, "Lay down, Rhi."

As if in a trance, I nodded stiffly and stretched out on my stomach. Darren pulled a blanket over us, propping himself up on his elbow as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I couldn't do anything more than sputter. "Dare...that was...I can't...I never..."

"Shhhh, Rhiannon," my husband soothed. "Was that...too much? I wanted you...to see yourself...how I see you..."

"Darren, I'm NOT upset. I'm...AMAZED. Do you KNOW what we just DID? You showed me how I look when we...AND, we made a baby. I KNOW it! I FELT it!"

Chuckling quietly, Darren leaned over to press a kiss to my cheek and lay his arm across my back as he settled closer to me.

"I thought you would be mortified, Rhi!"

"At first, I was, Dare, but then...it didn't matter any more."

"I'm glad, Rhiannon...I'm really glad...close your eyes, sweetie, and dream about our new munchkin. You've had a hell of a day."

"We both have, honey," I mumbled as I drifted off to sleep surrounded by my husband's warmth.